The Human Heart Likes A Little Disorder

What Keeps Me Going Is My Children.

The Human Heart Likes A Little Disorder In Its Geometry.

The Trouble With Fulfilling Your Ambitions Is You Think You Will Be Transformed Into Some Sort Of Archangel And You're Not. You Still Have To Wash Your Socks.

Your Lips Are Like Sugar And Your Cheeks An Apple Your Breasts Are Paradise And Your Body A Lily. O, To Kiss The Sugar To Bite The Apple To Reveal Paradise And Open The Lily.

Women Only Nag When They Feel Unappreciated.